When I’m overwhelmed… I’m overwhelmed.
I mean, you know the feeling, right?
It seems extreme for
neurotypicals and, on this point, I can agree: It is extreme. When I’m overwhelmed it feels like I’m literally fighting for my life; it gets hard to breathe and I melt, sometimes in a pool of tears.
Most folks won’t ever really appreciate nor understand this, even the people who are (have been) very close to you; even family can get this wrong, dramatically.
The worst part about having a mental illness is people expect you to behave as if you don’t.via Joker
There are a lot of people in my life who expect me to behave a certain way and it’s exhausting to meet their impossible demands. What’s worse is when I’m in a really dark place and I begin to silently believe they are doing it on purpose, with an expressed intent to inflict pain.
I don’t actually believe this, truly, but, in some of my very low moments, although brief, I believe it with every fiber of my being. And I hate them for it.
In time, I can (and will) recover. Yes, it can seem extreme; that’s because it is. It’s extreme to me and I need you to understand it before it’s too late.